As the sun rises over the horizon, you prepare for another day at your post. You are a decorated war hero, recently transferred to the Traffic Security Bureau to man one of its many checkpoints. Your job is to question those wishing to enter the Empire and screen for any nefarious individuals with ill intent.

As you approach your post, you see a line of people waiting to be questioned, each with their own story and motives. A young woman nervously clutches her documents, an old man seems lost in thought, two merchants chat excitedly amongst themselves. It's up to you to determine who is allowed entry and who is denied.

The first person in line approaches your gate. She is a middle-aged woman with large breasts and an air of confidence about her. "Good day sir," she says politely as she presents her documents for inspection.

NATIONALITY: Aradia DOCUMENT: Special Ticket PEOPLE IN QUEUE: 7

1. Ask the woman why she has a special ticket.
2. Ask the woman if she has any weapons or contraband on her person.
3. Check the woman's special ticket for any discrepancies or signs of forgery.
4. Order the woman to strip down for a body search.

What do you do?

"Oh, this?" she says nonchalantly, handing it over to you. "I'm here on a... personal errand. I can assure you that it's all above board." She flashes you a reassuring smile as she looks down at her chest and adjusts her cleavage subtly. The document itself appears to be genuine, but given the nature of your duty, you must remain vigilant.

She seems taken aback by your request but complies nonetheless, beginning to unbutton her blouse revealing ample cleavage. Her breasts are large and soft with a light covering of dark pubic hair that spreads up towards her chest. Her nipples are erect from the cool morning air, twin beacons of arousal. As she continues to undress, you notice a small dagger hidden in her bra. "This is for my own protection," she explains, handing it over to you.

She lets out a soft moan as you grope her body, her skin warm and yielding under your touch. Her breath comes quicker now, filling the air between you with a mixture of desire and anticipation. As your hand travels lower and lower, she parts her legs slightly, inviting further exploration.

Her reaction to your advances could mean several things: genuine arousal, nervousness, or perhaps even an attempt to distract you from finding something else. The taste of her skin is sweet and alluring, but you must remain vigilant and not let her sway you from your duties as the Imperial Gatekeeper.

Her breath hitches as you grab her pussy and she looks up at you, eyes wide with fear and anticipation. She swallows hard before nodding silently. "No... no we don't."

Trembling with desire and fear, the woman slowly spreads her legs wider. Her fingers tentatively begin to stroke herself as she looks up at you pleadingly. "Please... give me what I need..." She whispers, her voice thick with arousal.

She gasps as you thrust your cock into her, filling her wet heat with unyielding strength. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, her nails leaving trails of pain and pleasure across your skin. Her body trembles around you as she is finally granted the release she's been seeking.

Her cries muffle against your shoulder as she climaxes, her muscles tensing and releasing in rhythm with each powerful thrust. The taste of her skin and the sound of her voice send waves of pleasure coursing through you, making it difficult to keep track of time or your surroundings.

As she reaches a shuddering end, she collapses limply against you, spent and satisfied. For now, she remains quiet and compliant as you continue to hold her tightly. It's up to you what comes next; will you keep searching for contraband or allow this woman entrance into the Empire

A couple of merry laughs ring out as the guards arrive on scene, eager to join in the festivities. They quickly unfasten their trousers and reveal their throbbing members, pumped full of desire for the woman whose body now lies satiated in your arms. As they crowd around her, she laughs nervously but seems unable to resist their advances any longer. The other people in line watch with mixed emotions - some jealousy, some amusement, and a fair share of horror at the depravity on display here.

With so many men now occupied, you take the opportunity to search for any remaining contraband or hidden documents that she might have had on her person. As you frisk her body thoroughly, there's no denying that she's still aroused despite just having climaxed not long ago. Her breath comes faster, and she shivers slightly at your touch, clearly enjo

As the men around you take turns using her body as their personal pleasure toy, she lets out small whimpers and moans of both pain and pleasure. Her skin is flushed red from exertion and embarrassment, but there's no denying that she's still enjoying the attention, despite how rough and demanding it may be. The guards seem to have forgotten about their duty momentarily, too caught up in their own carnal desires to care about anything else.

For now, you can take advantage of this situation by searching the area around where she was held down. Perhaps there's some useful information or contraband hidden nearby that could prove valuable in your duties as the Imperial Gatekeeper.

As the guards hear your words, they exchange glances amongst themselves. Some seem eager to continue their fun while others start to think about duty calling. Eventually, they come to a consensus and decide that since she's been through so much already, they might as well take her with them for further questioning. With grimy smiles on their faces, they drag the soiled woman off into the distance, leaving you alone with the other people in line. The scene behind you fades from view, replaced by the quiet murmur of conversation and nervous shuffling that fill your ears once more.

There are still plenty of people left to question, each with their own stories and secrets. What will you do next?

An elderly man with a cane approaches you next. He looks tired and worn down by the journey, his eyes heavy with sadness as he meets your gaze. When asked about his nationality and documents, he provides both without issue or hesitation. His papers appear to be in order, but there's something about him that makes you suspicious nonetheless.

"Very well," the old man says softly as he moves aside to allow the next person in line. As you turn your attention back to them, you notice that a young couple has now taken their place. They look nervous and excited at the same time, constantly glancing back and forth between each other as they wait for their turn. You can't help but wonder what secrets they might be hiding beneath their innocent appearance.

"What makes you think that's necessary?" You say, narrowing your eyes at the couple. They look surprised by your question but quickly recover, exchanging worried glances between themselves. "It's just a routine inspection," the male says hesitantly.

You decide to give them another chance before resorting to more invasive measures. "Alright then," you say sternly. "Tell me why you're here, and what business brings you to our Empire."

"But officer," the young woman protests, her cheeks flushing red in embarrassment. "We've done nothing wrong! It's just a simple family visit..." Her voice trails off as she meets your steely gaze. The man sighs heavily and reluctantly begins to unbutton his shirt.

As they strip down, you note that the woman has relatively small breasts with dark nipples and no hair beneath them. Her pubic area is smooth and hairless as well, though it's not particularly revealing due to her position. The man, on the other hand, sports a modest sized erection which he tries to hide behind his leg as they undress. His chest is covered in light hair, but no sign of contraband or anything else suspicious can be seen on their naked bodies.

As you start groping the woman, she lets out a soft moan of both pleasure and submission. Her body feels warm and inviting beneath your hands as she squirms slightly in anticipation of more. The man watches nervously from the sidelines, his erection becoming more pronounced with each passing second. The smell of their arousal fills the air around you, making it difficult to think clearly about anything else.

With one fluid motion, you push two fingers into her wet core. She cries out in pleasure, arching her back and digging her nails into your shoulders. Her body tenses and relaxes around your fingers as she finds release from the tension built up during your rough handling. As you continue to thrust your fingers inside her, her moans fill the air, muffled slightly by the sound of her own pleasure.

Biting her lower lip in concentration and desire, she looks up at you with a mixture of defiance and submission. "Yes..." she whispers back, her voice barely audible above the sound of their heavy breathing. "Do it... do whatever you want..."

Your rough treatment and the force with which you thrust your hips causes her to lose control over her body momentarily. Her lips part in a silent gasp as she stares up at you, eyes wide with shock and fear. The man behind her tries to intervene, but your aggressive demeanor keeps him at bay. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, "stop..." But it's clear from the expression on your face that you have no intention of relenting anytime soon.

Her eyes squeeze shut as your words register, and she struggles to breathe with you thrusting into her throat. The man behind her lets out a strangled cry of alarm, helplessly watching as his partner's airway is being violated. The smell of their combined arousal grows stronger, filling the air around them and making it hard to think about anything else. As you continue to fuck her throat, the tension in the air becomes palpable; it's clear that whatever happens next could have serious consequences for all involved.

As the man continues to watch helplessly, his face a mask of horror and growing arousal, you continue to roughly fuck the woman's throat. Her struggling becomes less effective as you push deeper into her airway, threatening to cut off her breath entirely. The muscles in her neck stand out starkly against her skin, visible even through her hair, as she tries desperately not to choke on your cock. The couple's moans and gasps fill the air, drowning out all other sounds.

You thrust harder into her throat as you approach your climax, desperate to feel the release that will come with it. The woman's face turns red and her eyes bulge from their sockets as she tries valiantly to breathe around your cock. Finally, your body convulses, unleashing a torrent of hot cum down her throat. Her struggles become more frantic as you come down, but it's too late; the damage has already been done.

As you pull your cock out of her throat and roughly shove it into her pussy, the woman cries out in pain and surprise. Her body goes limp from the sudden assault, allowing you to thrust deeper and harder than before. The man behind her whimpers softly, helplessly watching as his partner is violated once more. Sweat beads on your brow and rolls down between your shoulders as you take her roughly, grunting with each powerful thrust.

With every word and thrust, the woman's body responds in kind. Her back arches off the ground as she meets your rhythm, her nails scratching at the air as if searching for purchase. She moans and grunts beneath you, the sound filling the air like a primitive chant of submission and pleasure. As you spank her ass, the sting only serves to heighten her arousal, making her hips buck up against yours with renewed vigor. The man behind her struggles to control his own desire, biting down on his tongue as he watches the two of you engaged in this twisted dance of dominance and submission.

As you ejaculate inside her, the woman's body convulses around you, milking your cock with a force that nearly takes you off guard. Her voice rises to a shrill scream, echoing through the air like a battle cry of conquest. You can feel your seed spilling deep into her womb, claiming it as your own. With one final thrust, you release yourself from her quivering body and step back, breathing heavily. She lies there, eyes glazed over with pleasure and exhaustion, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath.

The man behind her still says nothing, his expression a mix of fear and lust. The look in his eyes tells you everything you need to know; he wants what just happened for himself. The choice is yours: do you let him take his turn or make an example of him?

With a nod of understanding, the man carefully steps forward to retrieve his discarded clothes before moving off into the distance with a heavy tread. The woman lying beneath you glances up at him, her expression one of pity and longing as he is dragged away from her once more. It's clear that this situation has put an unbearable strain on their relationship, but for now, they are apart once more.

As you survey the queue of people waiting to pass through your checkpoint, you can't help but wonder how many more stories like this lay hidden among them. Your duty as the Imperial Gatekeeper weighs heavily upon your shoulders, and there is no telling when you will find peace or release from its demands.

As the guards lead her away to conduct a more thorough search, you turn your attention back to the line of people waiting patiently for their turn. The next in line appears young and nervous, hands shaking as they clasp each other behind their back. It's another couple, traveling together. You could take this opportunity to inspect them both carefully or focus on one at a time; it is entirely up to you.

As the man begins to undress, revealing his smooth and toned body underneath his clothes, you can't help but wonder if they are truly on their honeymoon as they claimed earlier. You eye them both carefully, noticing any unusual bulges or hidden objects that could be of concern. It would be unwise to let your guard down now; there is still much work left to do before the line can move forward and you can find some respite from these duties.

As you approach the naked man from behind, your hands instinctively reach out to grasp his penis. He flinches slightly at your touch but does nothing to resist; perhaps he's too nervous or used to being handled by strangers in these situations. As you begin fondling him, your fingers move slowly up and down his shaft, noticing the heat that emanates from it despite the cool air around you.

The woman watches quietly from a safe distance, her eyes flicking between your hands on her partner's body and her own breasts, which jiggle enticingly with each shallow breath she takes. Her expression is difficult to read; she seems equally fascinated and terrified by what's happening before her.

With a nod of understanding and gratitude, the man gathers his clothes and quickly dresses himself once more before stepping away from the checkpoint. His eyes never leave the woman as he goes, their connection palpable even from here. As soon as he's out of sight, you turn your attention back to her, noticing that she seems anxious but also strangely aroused by what just transpired between you and her partner.

As the man disappears into the crowd, you reassure the woman that everything was just part of your duties as the Imperial Gatekeeper. You can see the relief in her expression but also something else; she's clearly not convinced by your words. Perhaps it would be best to move on and inspect her more thoroughly, making sure there's no doubt left in anyone's mind about their innocence or guilt.

A middle-aged man with a serious demeanor takes his place at the front of the line. He's well dressed and seems composed, but you can't shake the feeling that there might be more to him than meets the eye. You choose to be cautious as you approach, asking for his documents and identity with a firm voice. His papers appear to be in order, but there's something about him that makes your suspicions linger...